((Not sure when Caravan-wise this takes place... Probably after?))
"But Deeeeelllaaaaah..... I wanna go fishing!"
Jan was in an unusually whiny mood today.
"Jan... How many times do I need to explain it. WE DON'T HAVE A FISHING ROD."
And
his sister was getting sick of it.
"I want to catch water pokemon an' draw them an' maybe show 'em in a contest..." Jan actually knew it was futile and retreated into a complaining sulk.
"Well first off, we don't have any spare pokeballs. Second off, we can barely afford to feed ourselves, let alone Sperra and Chocolate..."
"Well, if I entered a show, then maybe I could get commissions. Then we could afford pokeballs. And then you'd let me go fishing!"
"Its not a matter of me letting you, Jan. Its a matter of having a fishing rod..." Del shook her head. "Nevermind. Look. Just draw some of these flowers, or the lake. That guy in town wanted to buy your drawings from before, remember? If we can keep that up..."
Jan sulked a bit more. He was just in a bad sort of mood today.
"Fine. I'll draw the lake." he grumbled. He loved drawing. But sometimes when he was asked, all of his inspiration dried up. This was one of those times. He stared at the lake. He got up and switched spots. Twice. Nothing. He wanted to fish today. That was (part of it) all.
He even decided to try walking around the lake because his sister had a point. If he sold his drawings to the gentleman in town, he could get money for supplies... and food, of course. And maybe the nice man would tell other people. And then maybe those people could get him into the ranks of contest artists. So, he supposed he would try. Even though he really wanted to glare grumpily at his sister all day. And fish.
he stopped in his tracks in surprise.
There was someone else here! FISHING.
Grumpiness dissipated, Jan smiled broadly, as if nothing about today bothered him in the slightest.
"Hi there! You've got a really neat tattoo! Caught anything yet?" Jan walked briskly closer. Clearly, the boy had no fear of strangers.
He hadn't noticed the sketchbook or the murkrow yet. Clearly, he hadn't quite gotten out of that bad mood yet.
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